To see the day the pope gets high...

Ok so maybe it's time I stopped drinking for a while again. I'm getting too drunk too often. I'd feel pretty rude to stop drinking for bens coming home thing. So I may drink for that... Though I'd like to be alright the next day. Then no more alcohol aside from meal beers for a while. No Binge drinking.

Though my getting drunk last night did serve a purpose. I was getting shaz wasted cos she is never the wasted one.

Sorry shazticles :P. I think my plan worked a little too well.

Shazzie barfed lots!



These are strange days we're livin' in today
C'est la vie, I say
I hope I'm old before I die...

I'm goin' home to the place where I belong

I think you got me all wrong, I don't regret this life I chose for me...


Time for another obligatory "I'm getting old" post. I'm 22 in less than two months. Many of you are already 22. Are you really happy with where you are? With where you're going? Who you are?

Who are you?

Another summer passed me by and I'm still overweight and unfit. Another semester went by and I'm back behind with my uni work.

Going slightly away from this topic now. The so called 'butterfly effect' (in chaos theory, not the movie or band) is pretty amazing. Not just in the sense that some tiny event in brisbane could ultimately affect our lives significantly, but also in thinking of all the events that lead us to where we are now. Just to think of how you met everybody you know right now is enough. Then think of the impact each of those people had on your life. I couldn't imagine where and what I'd be doing right now if anything had happened differently. If I hadn't been freinds with Robert I would have never met any of you guys who are my freinds now. With maybe a few exceptions from people I met otherwise, but even then I couldnt be sure. If I hadn't been freinds with Ben and Jason (which was a result of Robert) I couldn't gauruntee I would have pulled my head in at school and ended up at uni. Because it was just being around bright people that got me to actually try. I could be working full time in a trade, not knowing any of you that I know now.

I remember the night I saw the aftermath of a car crash which was fucked up enough to see, though if I had left 30 seconds to a minute or so earlier then I would have been waiting at the traffic lights exactly in the path the car rolled through. The car would have hit the drivers side of my car and it's quite likely I wouldnt be here today.

The scariest thing about it all though is that I wouldnt be the same person I am today if any single event hadn't happened the way it did.

Ok so this is another bit of a tangent, but what if you consciously thought about every little seemingly unimportant thing and what repercussions(probably spelt wrong) that would have later. Would you do what you would want to do at the time? Or would you do what seems to open more doors later in life?

Would you shag an ugly chick to meet her freinds? :P
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But these places and these faces are getting old...
So I'm goin' home.

The joy of Wikipedia and Weird Terrain

Somehow the course of my Lie Groups take-home exam took me to the wikipedia article Caloris Basin.

It never ceases to amaze me (sorry for the cliché) how easy it is to get between two seemingly unrelated wikipedia pages just by following links. I wanted to make sure antipodal was the right word for describing opposites points on a circle, I know it is for a sphere but wasn't sure if its correct terminology for other dimensions. The page has a list of antipodal points on earth and then on other planets and the moon.

As it turns out, Caloris Basin is antipodal on Mercury, to a location known as "Weird Terrain".

My weird mind

An indication that I've been doing too much maths... This could actually be made into a cartoon but I cant be bothered.

It occurred to me that guitar tabs can be modelled as sequences in a weird group Z6xZ18 (if the guitar has 18 frets).

Would be cool if there was something useful to come from it but I doubt it. It's just one of those weird things that my mind tends to do these days

No time for losers cos we are the champions... Of the World

There are 6.6 Billion people in the world. How many of these people will be remembered in 150 years, when everybody who knew them is dead. Why is it important to be remembered? How do we get remembered? Maybe it's not being remembered that is important. Perhaps it's being respected enough during your lifetime to warrant being remembered.

How do you stand out enough to be respected like that? (Other than being a murderous dictator)

Is greatness something anybody can aspire to? Or are certain genetic, social and/or geographical predispositions required? Clearly these predispositions help, but how hard is it without any of these factors if possible? Is it more a question of drive?